General Projects / Los AngelesMy first solo gallery show in Los Angeles. Terrific opening, followed by [We brought our coffee], an evening of plays by Ms. Chelsea Rector and I, and closed it out with a session of Philosophy Coaching presented by Andrew Choate and me, myself.

Throughout the duration, we’ve had a grand time tossin’ some King Tackle (customized kubb) on a pitch set up in the adjacent, and very appropriately named, Outside Gallery. My favorite non-athletic game, thanks to one Mark Rice. After years, I finally built my own set (a little retouching needed), but Goatmother Industrialis the go to. Grab your own batons there, and Spray the Hooray! Though the show is no longer viewable on the walls, and clotheslines, and hooks, and pedestal, and floor, prints and original works from the core collection are still very fucking available in limited edition at: https://www.insertblancpress.net/collections/prints

Speaking of online purchasing power, rad pals at Pressure Club in Philly now have an online store set up where folks can find the weave dreaming I had the op to collaboratively pull there awhile back, plus other really terrific work from the printshop.

Play things… Ms. Chelsea Rector and I (DBA: P/Sicho Street Theatre Company) will be rolling out our newest experimental production “Frosted”, roughly based on the hit Disney film “Frozen“, a lil’ later this year. In the meantime, here’s video footage of our play “Shopping Problems” from 8.25.2018, shot by Mathew Timmons, featuring Andrew Choate, Jen Bruce, Rebecca Ramirez, Jacob and Joshua, with musical arrangement by Ang Wilson.

On the image making front moving forward, I’m getting back to it. Work with Crab Jackson on some mail box collab’s, plus forward movement style on a tased series with Rob Hessler. Continued, and we’ll tell you and all your idiot friends all about it!

Also! Do miss Skymall as much as Mark Rice and do?! Seriously doubt it, but that’s not going to stop us from saving Earth’s lower atmosphere from the unjustified drought of that particular blacked-out, pressurized cabin, dream machine. Hold your breath.

Speaking of droughts, Rebel Hand Presswill see some action this year! Yes! Some fucking incredible projects on deck, and hopefully some $$$ to get them in print! Too much terrific material came through the studio door later last year. More on it soon, but it’ll be damn on… in the meantime, check out the current material. Yahweh knows we aren’t doing any fucking book fairs any time soon.

Sounds. There will also be more sounds.

Is the sun past the yard arm? If so, please tell me what that means.

*BTW’s, my birthday is over, but still need a Roomba… and a new job. Thx!